Digesting the Shepherd Potion
Luther's textile factory was set up quickly.
Through his connections in the underworld, gang leader Ciel found a textile factory that was eager to sell; the factory, Robot, workers, and sales channels were all readily available.
It turned out that the factory owner's son was addicted to horse racing and had borrowed money from gangsters at exorbitant interest rates, accumulating a heavy debt. Luther secretly intervened, helping him deal with the gangsters, rescue his son who had been detained, and cure his son's gambling addiction.
In return, the factory owner sold the textile factory to Luther at a relatively low price. He would take the money and his son away from Backlund to return to his hometown.
Since the Aurora Order's properties were difficult to sell quickly, Luther mortgaged all the deeds to Miss Audrey in exchange for over £10,000 in cash—if she sold them slowly, she would certainly get more than that. As for how much she could resell them for later, that would depend on her own abilities.
Luther's money, together with the investment Miss Audrey applied for from her father, constituted the factory's Oldest One start-up capital.
The textile factory quickly resumed production.
Although he had never worked in a factory before, Luther wasn't worried about messing things up. Using his "Spectator" Pathway, he had already screened the entire factory management team and given them Psychological Suggestion. These managers would remain loyal to him and execute his orders without question.
--Being able to do all this already far exceeds the capabilities of the average factory owner.
These managers will manage the workers and organize production entirely according to his will, and most of the people in the Luze herd will also have new means of making a living.
"Your Excellency Missionary!"
Good morning, Your Excellency Missionary!
That morning, as Luther walked through the streets controlled by the Lyman Gang, the "Lamb" greeted him warmly.
The streets here have become clean and orderly, a unique sight amidst the Mire of the East Borough. There are no streetwalkers, no thieves or swindlers; the gangs that control the area have taken over the role of the police in maintaining Order.
The stable environment attracted more people to settle down, and with more people came a more active economy. To his surprise, Ciel discovered that he was earning more through commercial taxes and rent than he had when he was committing crimes.
Although more people came to the street, apart from Luther's core Flock, no one else knew that Luther was the true master behind this neighborhood. They only thought that the leader of the Lyman Gang was quite capable and had brought Tranquility and peace to this place.
"Good morning."
Luther smiled and nodded to the "Lamb".
He could sense the purest reliance and respect in these people's eyes.
For these people, Your Excellency Missionary not only saved their lives but also gave them a way to make a living—the textile factory had already hired most of the Flock, and after initial training, they would be able to start working and earning money.
He didn't expect to make money by running the factory, but in order to keep the factory running, he paid the workers relatively low wages—but even so, it was still much higher than the salaries offered by previous factory owners and his peers.
Workers in other factories toil away at the Robot, barely making ends meet. But the workers at Luther's textile factory, while able to survive through normal labor, also have a small surplus. Even though Luther considered this to be an extremely difficult situation.
It can only be said that his understanding of the fact that capitalists are inhumane is still too shallow.
So it's no wonder that these Lamb are becoming more and more friendly towards Luther.
William No. 3, Old Jack., Little Thomas.
Luther's eyes swept across the faces of these people, and he easily remembered their names. As these Lamb's trust in him deepened, he could feel the connection between them on a spiritual level growing stronger. Just as Shepherd could accurately remember the appearance and habits of each sheep in his flock, he also grasped the situation of these people.
At the same time, the "Shepherd" Potion in his body was further digested.
This shows that my Acting was very fitting.
"Your Excellency Missionary!"
A group of children on their way to school saw him and rushed over, interrupting his thoughts.
"Your Excellency, my Teacher scolded me yesterday!"
"Your Excellency Missionary, please tell us another story of the Lord!"
"Your Excellency."
The children, like lively little birds, chirped incessantly around him. Their eyes sparkled, and they smelled of wheat; they must have just eaten breakfast.
"I'll tell you tonight."
Luther laughed, "And besides, that's not storytelling, it's preaching!"
He learned his lesson after his last sermon nearly went wrong. Since mystical practices would attract unknown things, he decided to switch to a simpler approach.
So he began to tell a story.
Fairy tales, fables, legends—classic stories from his past life—were adapted for local audiences and told to the Lamb under the guise of "preaching." These captivating stories easily drew people's attention, making his preaching more and more successful each time.
"Alright, hurry up and go to school, you'll get scolded if you're late."
After speaking gently to the children, Luther then addressed them.
"Good--"
The children answered in drawn-out voices, and then left in groups, occasionally playing and making noise.
Luther smiled as he watched their retreating figures, then suddenly froze.
In a daze, he seemed to see a small figure holding his hand and smiling at him.
"Elder brother."
Those were memories from even earlier, of Cecilia as a little girl, walking down the street with her brother. Back then, young Cecilia felt sorry for her brother, who was always confined to the house, so she secretly took him out on the street without telling her parents.
Although he went crazy halfway through the shopping trip, it was still a very precious memory for Luther at the time.
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Luther was momentarily stunned, a fleeting look of madness and pain crossing his face.
M's phantom appeared behind him, stroking his back and waking him from his daze.
"Calm down. There are so many people here. If you go crazy, they'll become suspicious of you."
Her golden eyes reflected Luther's handsome yet pale face.
". I know."
Luther took a few deep breaths, calmed down, and answered in a low voice.
He quickly regained the mysterious and gentle demeanor he had maintained before the Lamb, smiled, and left.
Cecilia, wait a little longer.
He stroked his chest, speaking silently to the untouchable, tightly protected soul deep within his body, before stepping towards the street corner.
The thick winter fog gradually swallowed his figure.
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